Lyrics:

Oh fashionista, loving you, mister
Relieve the pain, pull a little tighter
Dandy man workin' at typewriter
Head count eaten by the grinder
Nose to the grind for 8 hours of hate
Marching to the orders of the fashionist state
Smacked-up pretty doll, rockabilly tats
Fake hair, piercings, and fries with that

A la mode, a la mort
(Constricted, bound, tied up)
A la mode, a la mort
(Held up with a rubber cup)

Perfect shape through carnal bonsai
Spank the monkey 'til she bleeds peroxide
Get in line, roll a dollar, debase
Turn to the right, attention deface
Transdermal luxury, premium hind
Modify the body, pacify the mind
Churned out girl-bot in stereo
Seasonal depression material

A la mode, a la mort
(Constricted, bound, tied up)
A la mode, a la mort
(Held up with a rubber cup)
A la mode, a la mort
(Constricted, bound, tied up)
A la mode, a la mort
(Held up with a rubber cup)

Vanity is alright, it's really alright
Little miss world, miss big-bang-sweetie
Vanity is all right, it's really alright
Miss universe, miss the point completely


Color me by numbers, I'm bound to please
Beautiful and deadly, it's the bombshell sleaze
Literati breeds thigh-high dogma
Gothed-out Malibu motherfucker

A la mode, a la mort
A la mode, a la mort
A la mode, a la mort
A la mode, a la mort

A la mode a la mort
(Constricted, bound, tied up)
A la mode a la mort
(Held up with a rubber cup)
A la mode a la mort
(Constricted, bound, tied up)
A la mode a la mort
(Held up with a rubber cup)

Vanity is alright, it's really alright
Little miss world, miss big-bang-sweetie
Vanity is all right, it's really alright
Miss universe, miss the point completely